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and this is (you can accept this to whatever degree you choose—I tend to take it all the way) true folk culture, where the hatred is more organic and sensate, churning straight up from the bowels in catharses of rage as apocalyptic as the End they visualize in this song and “Electric Funeral,” probably the two most vicious statements we’re ever going to hear from this band. Even Dylan, after finding it in himself to write “I hope that you die,” realized that there was nothing more he could say on the tip of that particular limb.

“War Pigs” ends up a fantasy of Judgment Day, the sword of the Archangel cleaving the necks of those who have chosen to serve Lucifer and now must follow him into Gehenna. You can laugh, but Black Sabbath are something like the John Milton of rock ‘n’ roll: “You turned to me with all your worldly greed and pride/But will you turn to me when it's your turn to die?” The Christianity running consistently throughout their songs is cruel and bloodthirsty in the way that only Christianity can be (which is to say, lopping off heads with feverish pleasure, clad all the while in the raiment of righteousness and moral rectitude). “Electric Funeral” is their picture of atomic war as the Second Coming.

And the vengeance motif ain’t just limited to Biblical referents, because “Iron Man,” one of their greatest songs, is a piece of almost pure program music utilizing lugubrious drums clomping like the falls of golem feet and a guitar riff that swoops recklessly like a Hulk arm demolishing buildings, to depict a miscreant, much reminiscent of the Karloff Frankenstein's monster who really only wanted to play with the other children, who finds himself ostracized as a total freak because of his size and lumbering lack of grace (maybe Iron Man is really a symbol and fantasy for every adolescent ever tortured by awkwardness and “difference”) and responds with understandable rage and a havoc-wreaking rampage. People are strange, when you’re a stranger. “Iron Man” is a melodrama of alienation, just as “Paranoid” is a terse, chillingly accurate description of the real thing, when you suddenly find that you’ve somehow skidded just a fraction out of the world as you have and others still do perceive it. “Paranoid” renders perfectly the clammy feeling of knowing that at this point there is absolutely no one on the planet to whom you can make yourself understood or be helped by. All alone, like a real rolling stone; it's no wonder in such circumstances that the imagination might get a little hairy, and turn to dreams of science-fiction revenge. I’ve felt the arctic wedge of disjuncture myself at one time and another, stuck in the painful place where you can only send frozen warnings cross the borderline and those inevitably get distorted. Because they’ve captured it so well Black Sabbath means a lot to me and a lot of my friends for “Paranoid” alone. With the experience so common these years is it any wonder that this group has conquered the world (so to speak)?

And now that they have conquered it by detailing several of our most prevalent forms of malaise, what have they got to offer as curative? Well, this is where their moralism begins to break down, for many of us at least, because what else would an Old Testament group be offering but Jehovah? Or, to slip across a few centuries into the Greek Scriptures, Jesus. It's not that they’re acting as sycophants for the virulent proliferation of hippie fundamentalist sects. Master of Reality conveys the impression that with the cloud of gloom hanging over their persona, and the “downer-rock” label, they felt obliged to carry their moralism into outright proselytism, suggested by “Lord of This World” and clinched in “After Forever,” which follows a paean to the joys of cannabis (see, kids, we don’t take those horrible pills, we use and advocate this healthy stuff…) called “Sweet Leaf” with:

Well I have seen the truth

Yes I have seen the light

and I’ve changed my ways.

And I’ll be prepared

when you’re lonely and

scared

at the end of your days.

The song goes on to assert